Many hours have past...
"Finn, what the hell is taking Poe so long?" I asked into the communicator. His voice was muffled by static as he spoke, what I got from the message was "she's still unsure"
I rolled my eyes and stared out at the dark ocean, the way the waves moved just amazed me in every way. The rolled back and forth with such grace and rhythm, yet there was this danger to them that was wonderfully horrific. I'd been sitting out on the docks for about three hours now, we had at least four before the First Order was rumored to attack. My chest was tight with anxiety as I thought we'd be out of here by now. I was beginning to question the integrity of this captain.
Suddenly my ears began to ring and my body hum, I sensed that something was behind me...or someone. I whipped myself around and pushing myself from the cube, grabbing my blaster from my belt. I aimed the weapon at the mystery hostile behind me.
I was horrified to see Kylo standing behind me, his figure tall and brooding as he stood there calmly. I kept the blaster trained between his eyes as he remained docile. His ridiculous mask concealing his cowardice face, I wished I could crush that mask with my bare hands. I liked when I could see his expression change, it showed me something was stirring inside him. But with that mask, I was clueless to his expression.
"You know you can't hurt me through this" He mocked, sounding confident. Although he could right, it seemed foolish to lower my blaster. We'd touched hands before, how come I couldn't blast him if need be.
"You don't know that" I snapped, my face remaining stone cold. Kylo stalked toward me, his booming steps echoing in my ears. I backed up into the cube and my back craned to get as far away as possible. He got uncomfortably close, leaving only a few feet between our bodies. Although I could not see his eyes, I could feel them staring at me.
"You look different" he commented quietly, the observation seeming inappropriate. I put my hand in front of his chest and shoved him back swiftly. To my surprise, my hands connected with his chest. A chill ran through my body as he was shoved backward from my exerted force. Before I could ponder over the touch, I scurried to the other side of the cube, the only barrier I had between him.
"I do not look different" I hissed but he held up his hand and pointed towards my head. I flinched at the motion, but he did not seem as hostile as I presumed.
"Oh...But you do, your hair is longer" he said softly, my hand raised to my hair as I pushed it with my hand behind my head, not realizing that made my entire collarbone exposed. His comment on my appearance made the tone of this connection change, to something more intimate than I would've liked.
"Don't worry about that" I spit, but he just walked closer. He ran into the cube and ran his hand along the top of it, the moisture from the air leaving a wet residue on his gloved hand. He stared at the cube, his hand dancing over the top, as if to sense its existence. He suddenly swiped his hand and the cube went flying off of the dock, I gasped and stumbled backward, the barrier between him and I now gone. I was exposed and slowly nearing the edge of the dock and Kylo didn't look like he was stopping any time soon.
"You're somewhere different...somewhere new" he assumed correctly, he rubbed the pads on his fingers together and looked up toward me. His pace sped up as he walked closer me, I backed up as far at the dock would let me until I was on the edge. I choked on my breath as fear filled me. I saw the waves I once thought were majestic now crashing below me at a deadly height. Kylo hand floated above my bicep. His menacing mask was staring into my eyes as I feared for the worst, the waves crashing against the dock and getting my hair and back wet.
"Where are you?" He asked in a threatening tone, I looked behind me and saw the fatal drop. It filled my heart with the most gut wrenching feeling I've felt in a while. I reached down to my belt and grabbed the hilt of my saber, I ignited the weapon and the blade of icy light sliced a small cut into his leg.
He yelled in pain and crumpled to the ground, I sprinted around him and stood on the safer side of the dock, away from the edge. My heart pounded in my chest as he struggled to stand once again. He pushed himself to his feet and limped toward me once again, igniting his own saber as he trudged. It felt as though my heart had moved to my throat, I swallowed and got in a defensive stance. I'd beat him once before, I could do it again.
He swung his saber at me, I narrowly dodged but threw my foot out, connecting with his chest. He stumbled back, in a state of disarray. He was weaker then I was, I'd already injured him, yet he pursued on. I charged at him, attempting to stab his injured leg but I missed, he connected his saber into mine. The force of the strike made me stumble to the side, quickly catching myself.
I shouted in frustration as I attacked at him again, but he was faster...and angrier. He blocked my strike and skimmed his saber over my hand. Burning my fingers and making my fingers shake with pain. The saber fell from my grasp, leaving me out in the open. I stared up at him with wide eyes and held my hand out for my saber. I felt the force wrap around the hilt and I ordered it to return to me. The saber flew back to my hand and I breathed out in victory, Leia is a good teacher.
"You're not here, you're just a vision!" I yelled at him, I ignited my saber once again and staring him down. My rage grew stronger as we inflicted pain on each other, the urge to kill him seeming quite appealing.
"No, we are connected Rey. You and I, a dyad in the force" he said these words like they were meant to impress me, but they only scared me. "Rey-" he began.
"NO! We are not connected! I want nothing to do with you always in my head!" I screamed, I held my hand up at him and launched a wave of force toward him. I saw his body go flying back, he grunted as he hit the ground, his head slamming against the slick dock. My breathing became heavy with ire as I saw him standing up to fight again. Why wouldn't he give up?
"You feel it...the anger inside of you" he taunted, I let out a shaky breath and stared into his cowardice mask. "You'll never be a Jedi" he spit, I pressed my lips together and glared, but I stopped my emotions. I had to regain the composure I worked so hard to build.
"Do not hate, breathe Rey...breathe" I told myself
I took many deep breaths and closed my eyes, I tried to focus on thinking about good thoughts. Ben Solo saving my life from Snoke, meeting Finn on Jakku and having Leia train me. All things that brought peace and clarity in a mindset of anger and frustration.
"You don't mean those words" I said quietly, I opened my eyes and saw Kylo standing there, ready to fight but in a broken state. I just put my saber on my hip and scoffed at his readiness, he couldn't win. His body was shaking with anger, he started to sprint toward me. I prepared for another fight to but he stopped dead in his path and stared at me, confusion filled me as I felt him stare. I wanted to talk to him, help him see the clearance in light, not darkness. He took extremely slow steps toward me, the sound of his footsteps radiating in my ears once again.
"That necklace..." he said quietly, I suddenly felt extremely nervous. He studied over the necklace, my instinct wanting me to cover it with my hand. "You're on Hajjo" he spit, "after Wef" he said with poison in his tone. Terror filled me as those words left his masked lips. He turned his saber off and turned his back towards me, the bond between us breaking once again.
"Oh no" I muttered, I turned around and sprinted toward the thin building. Adrenaline and fear pushing my legs to run faster then they ever have before.
